| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 673 | How pleasant it was to make them suffer. |
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| 8 | 670 | They are flirting, I View more quotes about thought">thought, all of them. |
| 8 | 671 | And is not flirting, I thought, even on my former world, an act of display, hinting, alluding, presenting oneself as something vivacious, attractive, sparkling, as something of interest, something worth investigating, and acquiring, an object of desire? I had muchly enjoyed such games, the suggesting, the teasing, the luring, the playing with the feelings of men, the sensing of the power of my beauty and its effect on them, how it could arouse, disturb, excite, and torment them, and then, when weary of the sport, the pleasure one could take in the chilling, the turning away, the feigned surprise and indignation. |
| 8 | 672 | How I had despised the boys. |
| 8 | 673 | How pleasant it was to make them suffer. |
| 8 | 674 | But now I was a slave, and would probably belong to a man, one who might exact from me, at a mere snapping of fingers, everything that a frightened, docile slave might give. |
| 8 | 675 | I did remember occasions when it was I who had been rebuffed. |
| 8 | 676 | How that had stung! Did they think I was unworthy of them, because they were richer, of a better-known, more-distinguished family, or such? How I hated them! I did not think, really, on the other hand, that they were that immune to my charm, my beauty, and such. |